Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 998 Extra: Grindelwald

"We're almost there, be careful and don't make any noise."

In the dark and silent forest, a team of eight wizards quickly crossed the path covered with fallen leaves, their cloaks rustling in the wind.

Every time they walked a certain distance, the leading wizard would slow down and carefully observe the surrounding environment, and would not continue moving forward until he was sure it was safe enough.

But his move made some others sneer at him.

"Andrew, are you too timid? There are eight of us."

After slowing down for the fifth time, a small hooded wizard finally couldn't help it and stepped forward to ask:
"You don't want to get rid of us so you can go treasure hunting by yourself, do you?"

"I'm not you, and I definitely don't have such thoughts."

The wizard named Andrew frowned. It was obvious that he didn't like the man in front of him, but he still said patiently, "But he is a legendary wizard after all. We'd better be careful to avoid falling into his trap."

"Legend...huh..." The man sneered with disdain.

"What legend? It's just that he lived long enough. Dumbledore is also a legendary wizard, but wasn't he killed?"

"You said he was the most terrifying wizard seventy years ago. Don't be ridiculous. I think these titles must have been made up by him and Dumbledore in order to deceive Sir Merlin, the first level..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, the hooded wizard suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon.

In just a few seconds, a living wizard was reduced to a skeleton, and then fell to the ground with his hood.

"what!"

A scream was heard from the team, but before anyone else could react, they all stopped and stood there with dull eyes.

And in the open space on their right, there suddenly appeared two people, a man and a woman, both of whom were very old wizards.

"Sir, it's just dealing with these garbage, why do you have to do it yourself?" Wenda Rozier looked at the people around her. Even though she was over a hundred years old now, she still felt excited.

"Just to kill time." Grindelwald twirled the wand in his hand and said, "Albus hasn't been home for three days. I have to find some games to kill time."

"It's their honor," Rozier said without hesitation.

As for who she was referring to, it was naturally those eight... No, there were only seven left now.

Those people were originally her prey, and she had already written the subsequent script and arranged a suitable ending for everyone.

Grindelwald's sudden action completely disrupted her plans.

But Rosier didn't care at all. If Grindelwald wanted to, he would kill him.

"That witch is the one who spread nonsense in the newspaper." Grindelwald twirled his wand.

The next second, the wizards who were controlled by the Imperius Curse suddenly woke up again.

But they didn't notice that there were other people around them, nor did they notice that one person was missing from the team. They continued to run forward as if nothing had happened.

"If you're asking about that Rita Skeeter..." Rosier looked in another direction, "In a tree three miles away."

"She's quite courageous." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes. "I heard that she wrote a lot of articles about Albus, saying that he was an old fool..."

This time Rozier said nothing.

She seldom read the Daily Prophet, let alone look through its previous content, so naturally she had no idea what Rita Skeeter had written there.

"Do you need me to bring her here?" Rozier asked.

Grindelwald hesitated.

A Rita Skeeter is nothing. It's easier to kill her than a bug.

But she was Kyle's.

Grindelwald subconsciously touched a photo album in his arms.

For some treasures, he had to consider Kyle's reaction.

When Grindelwald thought of this, he felt annoyed.

This was the first time he was so completely controlled by someone. Before, when he wanted something, he would just grab it. It was not as aggrieved as it is now. Just a few photos, but he had to exchange them...

But there is no way, I really can’t rob it this time.

It has nothing to do with strength... Although Kyle is second only to Dumbledore, so what? As long as he is weaker than Dumbledore, he can pin the opponent to the ground and beat him.

But the problem is that Dumbledore has said more than once that if he dared to take action against Kyle, he would never see him again, including his portrait.

Grindelwald just felt his teeth itching.

He didn't understand why Dumbledore paid so much attention to such a cunning and scheming student.

In his opinion, that Kyle was not even as good as the previous Scamander... at least Scamander didn't look like he deserved a beating.

"Oh!"

"It's Nurmengard..."

"Found it, we found it..."

Screams coming from not far away brought Grindelwald back to his senses.

"It looks like the actors are in place," he said softly.

"Yes." Rosier nodded, "That Rita Skeeter..."

"Never mind her," Grindelwald said. "She is needed to take the final bow."

"But there is one thing I hope she can use more polite words when she writes articles next time."

"I think this is the most basic quality." Rosier said with a smile, "I believe Ms. Skeeter thinks so too." "I hope so." Grindelwald nodded, "Well, now it's your turn."

"Oh, by the way, not everyone can enter Nurmengard, so don't let them go any further."

"I understand." Rozier nodded.

She took a step forward and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

At the same time, in an open space ahead, the previous team of wizards had already dispersed. One of them was holding a stone slab, and the rest were pointing their wands at him. The scene was very tense.

Something seemed to fluctuate in the air, and then the look in one of the men's eyes changed.

"Hand over the Horcrux!"

As a green light gushed out from the tip of his staff, the scene instantly became chaotic.

"That'smine!"

"Damn it, give it to me now!"

It was originally a temporary team with no trust at all. Under the stimulation of the Killing Curse, everyone pointed their wands at others.

Whether they like it or not, they have to do it because that's what everyone else is doing.

In a very short period of time, the originally quiet forest suddenly became lively.

And outside the battlefield.

"This is different from what you agreed on." A beetle flew down from the tree and turned into a middle-aged witch.

"This is too fake, how could the Horcrux production drawings be placed in such a conspicuous place at the door?

Also, it took me less than a second to guess that the first person to use the Killing Curse was controlled by you using the Imperius Curse.

"When I arrived, someone said your plan was perfect."

"That was true before, but the plan has changed." Rozier nodded nonchalantly, "The important venue has been declared off-limits, so the plan naturally has to change accordingly."

She turned to look at Rita Skeeter, "I'm sure you can finish the job perfectly, right?"

Although Rozier was smiling, Rita Skeeter felt a chill all over her body and nodded almost instinctively.

"Yes, I can."

Only then did she remember that the witch in front of her had reduced the number of members of a team of fifteen by half without even taking any action herself.

And everything was reasonable, and those people never even suspected that they were being targeted.

"Very good." Rozier nodded with satisfaction.

To be honest, she kind of admired the person in front of her.

Be smart, sensible, and more importantly, dedicated.

She could see that Rita Skeeter was very scared of her, scared to death, but she never thought of giving up the mission and running away. She kept following closely behind, either taking pictures or writing something quickly with a shorthand quill.

Rozier admires people who take their work seriously.

Of course, appreciation is appreciation, but there are still some things that need to be said... For example, the suggestion to use civilized language in newspapers.

……

Even as they were talking, the battle was coming to an end. Of the seven people, only one was left standing.

He staggered to a man, grabbed the stone slab that the man was pressing on, and then dragged his bleeding leg and limped in the direction he came from.

But he didn't notice that a beetle had appeared at the bottom of his robe.

Rosier finds Grindelwald again.

As expected, he was still looking at the photo album that he had flipped through countless times.

"Is it settled?" Grindelwald closed the album.

"Most of it." Rosier replied truthfully, "I have modified part of his memory. As long as he leaves the forest safely and is found by others, the origin of the Horcrux will be complete. By then, no one will doubt that it is fake."

"Hmm." Grindelwald responded casually, not seeming to care at all.

In fact, he really didn't care at all.

It's just a Horcrux, not unkillable. I agreed to this just to exchange a few photos from Kyle, that's all.

But at this time, Grindelwald suddenly frowned.

Because just now, when he thought of Kyle, a strange picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a wedding scene, which happened to be the wedding of Kyle and a witch.

Some wizards are born with special abilities, such as Tonks's Metamorphmagus and Kyle's ability to communicate with magical animals...

Grindelwald also has this ability. He can see the future and is a natural fortune teller... perhaps he can also be called a prophetmaggus.

Just now he saw a scene from the future, but it was not because of Kyle, but because of another person.

A certain urgency made him see the other party's movements.

Dumbledore, the wedding...

For some reason, Grindelwald suddenly became dazed, and it seemed as if a voice began to whisper in his ear.

Then, under Wenda Rosier's puzzled gaze, Grindelwald turned abruptly and Apparated away from the forest.

(End of this chapter)